Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.